A tramper I'm, roaming to find a shelter ,
Which can soothe my maladroit soul,
That became clumsy, because of all the loopholes.
I'm still as a stone, so that people mourn for me,
Thinking that I'm assassinated,
But I'm actually forlorn,
As I didn't get a shelter!
A shelter for my sinking heart,
A shelter for the drizzling tears,
A shelter for my forsaken soul!
Will I ever get a shelter?
I don't want scintillating scarves,
I don't want productive dwarfs,
I don't want palatial mansion!
But atleast a rusted sheet,
To drape my dreams!
I don't want slaves and fans,
But the tenderest soul, who can give me a chance,
To spring up again!
I just want hearts to accept me as I'm!
I just want this globe to break all the boundaries!
I just want a place to shelter my sensitive insights!
Will I ever get one?
P.S - Wrote it before a month. I'm extremely sorry, if this post is spreading negative vibes. This world has given me, not just rusted sheets, but something more that that.
Let your life be filled with colours!